Chapter Ninety-Eight: Many Illusions
There was a strange sound in the thick fog, as if the beast was roaring and grinding its teeth, and there were vague shadows flashing and flying in the thick fog. Mo Zhiyu didn't care about these things, can this illusion only come up with things to scare children now?
Suddenly, a human face flashed in front of him, as if it was about to struggle out of the thick fog, and Mo Zhiyu took a step forward, slashing it into a flying smoke and turning it into a loud roar. However, there are many more faces struggling in the thick fog.
The ink delirium continued to move forward, slashing them one by one. In the vision of the Divine Eye, these are just scattered bodies of Yuan Force convergence, and they are not a problem. He just slashed all the way forward, without squinting.
Suddenly, the strange voice receded, and he heard the ticking of rain. A drop of cold dotted on the tip of his nose, he reached out and touched it, it was rain, and then the sound of rain gradually became louder, and with the sound of rattling, the thick fog dissipated, and he saw the high concrete wall, he looked up, and saw only a line of sky.
Here is an alley, sandwiched between two high-rise buildings.
Mo Zhiyu no longer had a knife in his hand at this time, but was carrying a plastic suitcase. And now, he is not wearing the costume of Tianjian Mountain, but a security uniform, and he is also wearing a security guard's cap.
Suddenly, footsteps came from behind him, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a group of men in suits and leather shoes rushing in from the entrance of the alley, holding various weapons in their hands.
"I'll go!" Mo Zhiyu immediately reacted, this was a chase, he ran away, but another group of people also ran in the alley in front of him, so Mo Zhiyu immediately climbed the iron staircase on the wall of the building and ran upward.
"Bang dang" twice, two men chased after him, Mo Zhi staggered to dodge, and the steel pipe in the hands of the two men hit the iron railing. Mo Zhiyu raised the suitcase in his hand and knocked the two men down the stairs. The pursuers behind avoided the bodies of the two men and rushed again.
"Whoo" twice, two iron stabs flew past Mo Zhiyu's ears, and directly smashed the staircase frame in front of him, interrupting Mo Zhiyu's way forward, and several men had already rushed up again. When Mo Zhiyu turned around, he kicked over one person, and knocked over two more with the suitcase in his hand.
Then he threw the suitcase directly on the opposite landing and immediately bent down to dodge a fist. Then he picked up the fist-swinging man by the waist and threw him down the stairs, while pulling out the two guns pinned to the man's waist.
Mo Zhizhi quickly opened the safety and pulled the trigger. "Bang bang bang!" The barrel of the gun rang out unscrupulously, piercing through the human body and striking the steel frame with a "ding-ding-ding" sound. Mo Zhi threw out all the bullets in the two guns without blinking, but this kind of pistol only has a load of twelve rounds, so it is impossible to have any lethality, and it can only shock and force these people back.
The bullets ran out quickly, and Mo Zhiyu turned the pistol in his hand with both hands, and threw the gun out casually, knocking the two unconscious. Then he jumped to the landing on the other side, picked up his suitcase and continued to flee.
He remembered that this was his memory, this was in that place called "Twenty-first Century", three months before the launch of the "Time and Space Reversal Array", this was Los Angeles, USA, and he had just stolen the important elements needed for the Great Array.
Since it was his memory, he knew the right way to go. What's more, these pursuers are afraid that they will attract the police, and they dare not shoot as recklessly as he did.
After escaping to the rooftop, Mo Zhiyu immediately jumped to another building, and then continued to jump to the next building. Parkour in this world is similar to light work, and it is a very good means of escape, especially suitable for jumping off buildings to escape. He was quickly back on the ground, knocking on the window of a car, stirring up the starting line, and driving to the next place. The next place is the place where the connector has prepared it for him.
He just drove forward, and the scene outside the window quickly receded and gradually disappeared, and before he could react, he drove into a circle of light.
The scene changed again, and he looked at the antique castle in front of him, listening to retro music in his ears. Now he is in a suit and leather shoes, and he looks like a social elite.
Castle Howard, Yorkshire, England, United Kingdom. He came here to participate in the auction, and the sale was still an important component needed for the big array.
Mo Zhiyu walked up to the security guard at the door in a serious manner, and the security guard scanned the special badge on his chest with the instrument, gave him a perfect smile, and let him in. I have to say that this so-called high-level occasion, the level of security is not as good as the subway entrance inspection of the country called "China".
A cultural presentation was held in this castle, which was said to be antiquities from Atlantis, but of course, none of this was important to him.
The hall of the castle has already been installed with various lighting fixtures and stylish decorations, making the whole hall very modern. Under the guidance of the staff, Mo Zhiyu made it to the first row, waiting for the exhibits he needed to appear.
The exhibits went on stage, auctioned, and stepped down like a marquee, and Mo Zhiyu kept his eyes closed, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the handrails, and he was counting the time.
Finally, he heard the sentence he wanted to hear the most: "The next collection is still a mystery of the world, its shape is completely different from the pictures and other unearthed cultural relics, and it is more inclined to the craftsmanship of the ancient East, which can be said to be the earliest evidence of East-West exchanges." ”
With the host's words, a glass box was lifted to the auction table, and the light shone through the glass on the quaint stone plaque, which seemed to be paved with a layer of psychedelic dazzling.
At this time, footsteps also sounded beside Mo Zhiyu, and several security personnel walked up to his side, still polite, one of them in Chinese, who was not fluent: "Sir, please show your ID again." ”
Mo Zhiyu looked at these people slightly, revealing a charming smile, at this moment, with a "click", the lights of the entire hall were all extinguished, and the hall of the ancient castle fell into darkness for a moment, and the rich people present were frightened, and the security guards hurriedly took out flashlights to stabilize the scene.
Suddenly, a few "sizzling" electric currents sounded, and the lights on the wall turned on one after another, and the hall was bright again. The person in charge of security immediately explained: "Everyone, don't worry, there was just a problem with the circuit, and we have already ...... it" However, before he finished speaking, the staff at the auction room exclaimed: "Stone! The stone plaque is gone! ”
The rich people present immediately fell into uneasiness again, and the security guards in the audience also acted again, and the main searchlight flickered around in the middle of the hall, and suddenly froze in the corner of the hall.